The Slip Airplane/Primitive

It�s the day before the rest of my life And I feel like Dylan Thomas Says my muse if you stay I�ll go If I�m not lying I�m not being honest It�d be the death of me to keep her pace And my bride I haven�t even laid eyes on But my ghosts they come to me these days My companions from the day I was born Airplane primitive Saw it and thought it was some kind of bird It landed, he made up his mind Can�t, can�t live Airplane primitive Saw it and thought it was some kind of bird It landed, he made up his mind Can�t live knowing that there�s some other world Well come with me on one last run Then I swear I�ll join you in the sun Airplane primitive Saw it and thought it was some kind of bird It landed, he made up his mind Can�t live knowing that there�s some other world Where men fly up in the sky Strapped himself to the wing for a one way ride And in the air, above a cloud There his soul stayed when his body fell down. Airplane primitive Saw it and thought it was some kind of bird It landed, he made up his mind Can�t live knowing that there�s some other world Where men fly up in the sky Strapped himself to the wing for a one way ride And in the air, above the clouds There his soul stayed when his body fell down.